Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.